Nora Hart had lain in bed until Andrew Locke returned and hadn't gotten up, had it not been for Mia Chase's call, she would still be out of it.
"Boss Locke is still Boss Locke, after all. Last time I told you I wanted to set up a company there, it's been taken care of."
Nora tucked herself in the blanket and turned over: "Andrew helped you settle it?"
"Weren't you aware of the situation at the dinner table? Not long after we left the table, my project was approved, and the documents just arrived at the company. I'm preparing to leave home to fetch the papers."
Nora propped her head up, sat cross-legged on the bed, feeling as if there were millions of ants gnawing at her brain.
It was unbearably uncomfortable.
"Why don't you ask Boss Locke if me accepting this olive branch would affect him?"
"If it would affect him, he would've stopped it at the dinner table. Just accept it, I have a headache, hanging up now."